Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.